Rose Logan (
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nextgenerationmarvel2013-07-05 10:08 pm
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Trying to vent
It had been, and continued to be, trying times for Rose Logan. At least the media circus had largely dissipated, but the underage Logan children were definitely under a fair amount of scrutiny from the DCFS people. Which made it a heck of a lot harder to sneak out for her beer and smokes.
And there was the added... whatever it was that was going on with her life right now. Whatever it meant that she didn't smell like her brothers and sister or Pops. She still hadn't figured out how to talk to Misha or Pops about it. Really needed to. Needed to talk to someone. And not any of the docs either, 'cause they'd just point her to Pops.
Dang it. Why'd life have to go and get all flippin' complicated?
So for now, she'd been working her way through a Danger Room exercise. Simulated Tokyo neighborhood, Hand ninjas. Perfect aggression therapy. So long as she kept just enough self-control not to max out on red hot rage.
The program terminated when the last ninja was down. Rose was healing from a variety of sword slices, sai stabs, and other cuts. Holographic blood faded from her claws. She was breathing hard, but that was slowing.
Deep breaths, in and out. Keep that icy calm cold center.
And there was the added... whatever it was that was going on with her life right now. Whatever it meant that she didn't smell like her brothers and sister or Pops. She still hadn't figured out how to talk to Misha or Pops about it. Really needed to. Needed to talk to someone. And not any of the docs either, 'cause they'd just point her to Pops.
Dang it. Why'd life have to go and get all flippin' complicated?
So for now, she'd been working her way through a Danger Room exercise. Simulated Tokyo neighborhood, Hand ninjas. Perfect aggression therapy. So long as she kept just enough self-control not to max out on red hot rage.
The program terminated when the last ninja was down. Rose was healing from a variety of sword slices, sai stabs, and other cuts. Holographic blood faded from her claws. She was breathing hard, but that was slowing.
Deep breaths, in and out. Keep that icy calm cold center.
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"Guess I kind of always knew, I mean they took care of me, but they were distant." She held the bottle in both hands. "Being here helps, since I really only found out when Dr. McCoy ran the tests..."
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Because she'd never had any reason to doubt who she was, that she was a Logan through and through.
She really needed to talk to Pops. Or Dork number 1.
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